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Why, oh WHY won’t you all just leave me ALONE?!!!

I come here EVERY DAY to this little hate site where I was never invited, and everyone tells me to just go away, and everyone keeps posting that my posts make no sense. I tell you all that it is ENTIRELY acceptable to go to someone’s house, place of work, hide behind the front seat in their car, take the same bus as them (even though the commute to that bus takes over 4 hours and is in the wrong way from where you are going)- IF you REALLY, TRULY WANT THEM TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM YOU. This is all very simple in my head. Why can no one else understand? WHY? WHY? WHY? And why must you all make posts to my posts when I want you to all STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME?!!!

If I do not comment on your posts today it is because I am delivering some old cookies I found in my cupboard to Squeams. She likes these cookies, so I don’t want to just throw them out with all the starving people in the world. A cookie saved is worth 8 hours of driving to someone’s house, and place of work. She must not be getting my emails, telegrams, billboards I have posted (those are really expensive, you know), answering her phone, going to her mother’s house, visiting any of her friends, dining out in any of the places we ever went, or going to work. She REFUSES to respond from any of these places.

And all I want to do is give her her cookies, and remind her to STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!

Spewing nasty vicous hateful bile all over another person because of a pack of lies you were fed. I’m fairly sure you personally would have strung up niggers in the early part of the 20th century for no better reason than the vicious mental thoughts that roam around inside your head. Your behaviour towards me definitely indicate that you have a propensity towards such behaviour. Your father would be so proud.

Are there discounts for a pack of lies? Anyways, I’m not so frivolous with my spending as it concerns you, Dave. I have always waited for you to confirm every “lie” before I accepted it as a workable truth. You should be really angry with yourself, Dave.

The email to her covering what her little hate campaign and your parts in it have eventually forced.

Subject: I have tried to hold my patience, but I’ve run out.
Body:For this deliberately malicious act on your part.

‘Hey you…..
RejectOfAllah is an ex of mine. I think he was trying to get to me when he asked in the lounge about uploading amateur porn. He knew I would be likely to see it – which is why he became enraged when you moved it before I saw it. The man is one step from me getting out a restraining order ffs. Plus he doesn’t know me very well – he could plaster my noonie onto banners and hang them from London Bridge for all I care – I’ll even autograph them. Just – try not to enrage the beast ok? He can be very unpleasant.’

And for all of the detestable scum you choose to recruit with that, and for all of the nastiness they have poured forth at my real life for more than one year now. I now intend to exercise my right to ‘do unto you as you’ve done unto me’ and if I was to have sex with one animal it would be a horse. That is a beautiful animal. And when you have sex with a horse, you know you always have a ride home.

For what other reason would you be posting a woman’s name and address on sites- including ones with known radicals? Heck, you even posted that you hope something similar [to someone who got hurt] would happen to Squeams.

Sorry, Dave, this isn’t a game of 6 year olds playing tag. You can’t call “base” because you don’t want to lose your house, car, and kids’ college fund.

Come on Mary, you’ve derived such a great amount of pleasure from publishing real life details already. Look at this very site, it’s a monument to how much pleasure you can derive from spewing forth the real life details of people on the internet. I’ve actually fed you more detail than you’ve ever had before, imagine how much pleasure you’ll get from publishing it.

Oh look it’s a piece of scum who has repeatedly crossed lines, crossing a line yet again with the use of my real name, telling me there are lines I must not cross. How fucking mental are you, that you think you can tell me about crossing lines.

And the “contract” killing. What did he want? Some tit, or something else? Or did she offer to dress as a leprechaun and they could fuck on gold sheets? Oh, I remember now, she was going to dress as part of an incompetent English bomb disposal unit, and he would be the bomb…

I’m not calling the authorities, oh no. This is between her and me. Nothing any law says is of any relevance to me, nor shall any law be respected in this.

Although I do find it amusing that worthless pieces if scum always resort to trying to hide behind the law (and/or threats of the law) when their own deeds come back and shit all over them. Good luck with that.

Don’t go deluding yourself Mary, this was no game of wits. It was a campaign of deliberately malicious hatred. Organised and orchestrated by a malicious piece of shit. One you’ve so enjoyed taking part in it because of the no holds barred nature of it.

If you want to see it you’ll just have to hope Mary publishes it. I wouldn’t hol my breath if I were you though. He’s already shown himself to be as big a piece of scum as you are. Look at this lovely little hate site he has created here. No he won’t publish, he picked his side and won’t allow his hate site to be used for anything other than the spewing forth of hatred in favour of that side.

I suppose you could find it on another site, there are a few of them around already. Her first post has now been published on Stormfront, and that’s just one of many sites. have a hunt around, who knows what you might be able to find, you super duper internet hardman you.

You might want to contact an attorney before moving ahead with this little plan of yours, Dave. Just saying… If you don’t wish to spend any of Squeams’ future settlement money, at least ask someone with an IQ above 45 if your plan is sound.

Take some stress off, and go ride a horse. Treat yourself- get on his back and leave the stable this time